tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16379793857687035482024-02-02T07:37:50.824-07:00Neon Green BlatheringBeMistifiedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11026503412761611648noreply@blogger.comBlogger101125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1637979385768703548.post-11918385429596415322011-08-07T19:37:00.008-06:002011-08-07T19:39:57.901-06:00Why do I post what I do?Someone recently commented on my blog asking why I post photos of the result of a serial killer's misdeeds. Also, "if this were someone you loved, would you want this on someone's site?"<br />
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Now this question wasn't to belittle me or attack me but to tell you the truth, I thought this would have been asked a lot more and more frequently.<br />
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I am not in it for the shock factor. I am not in it to get the most followers. I do it to share the darker side of the world. Anyone can google a serial killer and get their stories, but I try to bring you stories of not so famous serial killers. I post the pictures to show how horrible these men/women are/were. To show that it can actually happen. Also, I post pictures of adults. I do have a line that I don't cross, I do not post deceased photos of children.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I do have to ask, what do you say to those people who write about serial killers, post the same photos I may post and do it for monetary gain?</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I don't think what I am doing is all that bad. I know people who have pictures of their loved ones in their deceased state and hang them on their wall or on facebook for all to see. Some of us would be okay with having others post and some of us not so much. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">We are all entitled to our own opinion and the freedom to follow whatever blog we wish to follow. This is not the only time I have posted crime-scene photos nor will it be the last. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">If it was someone I loved, I would have other things to care about and deal with than worrying if my loved one's crime-scene photos are on someone's site. I would know that the time we live in now, it's bound to happen. If it bothered me enough, I could always write to the person posting the photos and ask them to cease and desist. The first amendment comes into play until it is request from the specific families that I stop.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">My blog has the "adult" tag on it and you must chose if you want to view what is behind that button. You have the choice to not follow, read or look at what I have posted.</div><br />
I have lost many followers after I started posting my serial killer posts. It is what it is. We all have our tastes in what we are interested in and what we want to read. I figured my blog would not be the most popular and I put it out there for people who are interested in this subject.<br />
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I do thank anyone for their input and their opinions and questions. I also thank those of you who continue following. Those of you who choose not to follow or have stopped following, I thank you as well for taking a chance and looking to see what other blogs there may be even though it can be a tad bit morbid.<br />
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I mean I have won blog awards..............BeMistifiedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11026503412761611648noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1637979385768703548.post-69964118775586879312011-07-31T00:28:00.002-06:002011-07-31T01:17:30.824-06:00Not The Typical Guy Next Door<div style="text-align: center;"> <b style="color: white;">~*WARNING: GRAPHIC PHOTOS*~</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: white;">~*YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED*~</span></b><br />
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Richard was born on November 25th, 1946. He was born in New York, but later moved to New Jersey with his family. Married with three children, an excellent athlete in high-school and a computer operator, Richard Cottingham was considered to be a good neighbor and family man. He didn't seem to be the guy that would be a trouble maker. Of course, it is the quite ones you have to worry about.<br />
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Richard would carry around a briefcase with him most of the time. The thing different about this briefcase is that it wasn't there to hold papers or pens it was there to hold gags, fake guns, knives, prescription pills, slave collars and handcuffs.<br />
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MaryAnn Carr was Richards first victim. It is believed that her demise was strangulation. Her body was dumped outside of the Quality Inn where she met her fate on 12/16/77.<br />
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On 12/2/79 firefighters responded to a hotel fire. Upon their entrance to the room they found two bodies. The first body they began to do CPR, only when they went to breathe into her mouth, well there was no head, let alone a mouth, to breathe into. The head was decapitated. This body belonged to a young 22 year old prostitute Deedeh Goodarzi. The other body has never been identified. Both bodies had their heads decapitated and their hands cut off.<br />
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Another prostitute, Helen Sikes, was found about one month later than the above murders. Her throat was slit so deep that she was almost decapitated. Her legs, lying side by side, were found a block away from her body.<br />
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At the same hotel as MaryAnn Carr was found, another prositute was found on May 18th 1980. She was beaten and strangled and her body was shoved underneath the bed. This body, yet to be identified, had her breasts chewed on and a nipple almost chewed off.<br />
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Another fire and another body at another hotel was found on May 15, 1980. This prositute, Jean Reyner, was stabbed and her breasts fully severed from her body.<br />
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Richard's wife had filed for divorce in 1980 stating that her husband was exhibiting extreme cruelty. She stated that her and Richard hadn't had sex since 1976 due to Richard refusing.<br />
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Richard was found guilty of killing MarryAnne, Deedah, and two Jane Does. He got 248 years in prison. Richard tried committing suicide a lot while he was awaiting trial, but unlike his victims he survived.<br />
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The heads and hands of Deedah and the Jane doe found with her have yet to be found.BeMistifiedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11026503412761611648noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1637979385768703548.post-82028211177684483132011-07-28T20:50:00.000-06:002011-07-28T20:50:25.186-06:00"I've always wanted to be an assassin since I was a kid, but I never had the chance."All they wanted to do was chat online or even play video games in the arcade. They would be told that a new game was being made, <i>God Riding on a Wooden Horse</i>. Little did they know that someone was there waiting to lure them to their death.<br />
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Huang Yong was born to a pig farmer in Henan Province, China in 1974. He only spent a short time in the military. After that he spent most of his time in Southern China as a farm worker. <br />
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When the poor boys would go to Yong's house, they would be tied to his torture device called the "intelligent hobby horse" which looked like a noodle machine. The boys then would be drugged, raped and then strangled. Most of the times Yong would only strangle the boys until they passed out. He would then wake them up again to rape them and torture them. He would continue this pattern until he got bored. He also would perform posthumous rape.<br />
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When he was bored, he would strangle the boys until they died and cut up their body. He then buried their bodies in the ground around his house. He would make sure to keep their belts as souvenirs. He told the courts that he didn't go after women because he wouldn't be considered a "hero"<br />
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His last victim, a 16 year-old boy named Zhang Liang, convinced Yong to let him go after being raped, strangled brought back and raped over and over again. The police almost didn't belive Liang's story. Liang said that Yong told him he already killed 25 boys and that he was the 26th. Cops finally believed what Liang was telling them and they arrested Yong. They found 8 bodies when they searched around Yong's home.<br />
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Yong stated he did in fact kill 25 boys. He was sentenced to death on December 9, 2003 and executed a single shot to the back of the head on December 26, 2003.<span class="st"></span>BeMistifiedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11026503412761611648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1637979385768703548.post-16011261263915474452011-07-22T23:39:00.000-06:002011-07-22T23:39:37.542-06:00Worth Killing For?<div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">~*Warning Graphic Photos*~</span></div><br />
Colleen Slemmer, 19, was a pretty blonde girl that was a student at Job Corps in TN along with Christa Pike, 18.<br />
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Christa told Colleen that they should go for a walk. That walk was going to be the last for Colleen.<br />
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Christa turned on Colleen stating that she was flirting with her boyfriend Tadaryl and coming on to him. Colleen was pulled to the ground and while being held down by Tadaryl and another one of Christa's friend, Christa decided to use a box cutter and start cutting on Colleen. There was also a mini meat cleaver involved.<br />
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Colleen's body was all cut up and Tadaryl carved a pentagram on Colleen's chest. Also, the box cutter was used to slit the throat of Colleen over and over again just like her body. Colleen's neck wound was 6 inches long and so deep that you could see muscle. After all of the torture was over, Christa smashed Colleen's skull in with a piece of concrete and took a piece for a souvenir.<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Photos found <a href="http://www.documentingreality.com/forum/f10/colleen-slemmer-34041/">here</a></span>BeMistifiedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11026503412761611648noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1637979385768703548.post-53790567791291622402011-02-20T22:46:00.002-07:002011-02-20T22:47:54.099-07:00Usually they ask you to marry them........<div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><b>~*Warning: Graphic details in this post. You have been warned*~</b></div><br />
It was a demon seed and it had to die. The vessel, it's Mother, had to die too. This was the thought of the boyfriend.<br />
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</div>Delmer and Tara began dating when she was 15 and he was 16. They met through one of Tara's relatives. They both lived in St. Johns, Oregon, but Tara's family was getting ready to move away from their current city. Tara told them that she wasn't moving, but staying there in St. Johns. Delmer's family agreed to let Tara move in with them, so she could finish high school at her current school. Her parents agreed, not after some long thought though.<br />
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Delmer started getting into trouble when he hit the 7th grade, to which he started smoking pot and cigarettes. He wasn't a very good student in high school either, and got kicked out. Delmer never graduated. One day Delmer threatened to kill his sister, and this landed him in a detention center. He stayed there for a few months. He was also sent to a school for troubled teens. Also, when he was with Tara he got popped for first degree theft, was on probation and got in trouble again. He then had to spend 14 months in OCI. Tara was right there waiting for him. Being a faithful girlfriend, she would go see him any chance that she had between her waitress jobs and school.<br />
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While Tara and Delmer were together, they started sleeping together. This led to unplanned, and aborted pregnancies. Three aborted by professionals and one by Delmer. Delmer would make Tara go and get the abortions. Tara wanted to keep her fourth baby, but Delmer thought it belonged to another man.<br />
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Delmer got into an argument with his relatives. The argument was about an inheritance from his Father. Delmer and Tara packed up and decided to go to the family cabin in Long Beach, Washington. They had to hitch-hike along the way, being picked up by two motorists. These rides were confirmed by the drivers themselves.When the second ride dropped Delmer and Tara off, they were in the city of Scappoose in Oregon.<br />
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The couple found a barn that had a mattress, some chairs and a table. Delmer stated to the police that the thought of killing Tara was in his mind at that time in the barn, but he lost his knife. Police later found the knife laying next to the mattress. Delmer and Tara decided to leave the barn and they found themselves in inside of a cemetery that was on the opposite side of the street than the barn.<br />
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While in the cemetery, Delmer told Tara to confess to God and Jesus. He asked her to do this, because he felt that the baby she was carrying was not his, but of another man, and was a demon seed. Tara refused to confess stating that it was his baby not anyone else's. Since Tara refused to confess, Delmer decided to take care of the demon seed himself.<br />
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He didn't do it quickly by any means. He tortured Tara. His hatred was towards the baby, but Tara being the vessel, had to endure the pain since she was still alive. He didn't think to kill Tara and then the baby, oh no, he was heartless. He had tied Tara's ankles to her neck using slip knots. This would make it so that if Tara would struggle it the knots would tighten around her neck and choke her. Tara was eight and a half months pregnant. Delmer drove ten penny spikes, 8-10 inches long and dull at the ends, all the way into Tara's abdomen. Delmer then dug his thumbs into her eye sockets and was moving them around until one of her eyeballs came out of their socket. The eyeballs were gouged way down deep into her sinuses. The eyeball socket situation was witnessed by a police officer that came upon the scene of the torture. Tara's nose was completely cut off. She also had severe burns on her vagina and buttocks. A metal spike was driven into Tara's right pelvic region, and a fishing pole extruded from her vagina. Her buttocks was also placed upon, to which protruded through her flesh, two very large rusty nails. Also, two pieces of fishing rods, and a flare was found in the same place. Tara was alive for most of this torture. By the time the cop showed up, she was dead. The torture also induced labor, but with all the spikes driven into the abdomen, and all the foreign obejcts inside Tara's body, the baby couldn't make it to the vaginal canal and either drowned or suffocated. This all happened on February 14, 1982.<br />
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According to Oregon law, Delmer could not be charged with the baby's murder, due to the baby not being born. Delmer Anholt Jr., on May 11, 1982, was convicted for the torture murder of Tara Lee McCarty. He was given life without parole. He is currently in the Oregon State Penitentiary.BeMistifiedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11026503412761611648noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1637979385768703548.post-31830051515041529862011-01-29T10:28:00.008-07:002011-01-30T18:56:48.696-07:00Have You Been Given An Award?!?! Read To Find Out!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LtP2PqL3QU/TURPKhgsHeI/AAAAAAAAAyw/o9WH6r2nALE/s1600/award1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LtP2PqL3QU/TURPKhgsHeI/AAAAAAAAAyw/o9WH6r2nALE/s200/award1.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Alright so for the first award I was supposed to hand out. This award is going out to those blogs that are what the award states: Under followed, Overlooked, Uncommon and Underestimated.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://bclilly4life.blogspot.com/"> BCLilly4life</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://sherrysenicardesigns.blogspot.com/">Cross Stitching Wiccan</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://bobbythebrown.blogspot.com/">Evil Brains</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://nuge-thephoenixrising.blogspot.com/">The Phoenix Rising</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Alright and now on to the most recent blog I am to giving away.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LtP2PqL3QU/TURHWxmAn-I/AAAAAAAAAyo/clsxj4r2Urk/s1600/Stylish%252BBlogger%252Baward.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LtP2PqL3QU/TURHWxmAn-I/AAAAAAAAAyo/clsxj4r2Urk/s1600/Stylish%252BBlogger%252Baward.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6aa84f; text-align: center;"> ~*Yes there are more rules to this award than just giving it away. See below!*~</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">1. Thank and link back to the person who gave this award to you:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This has happened, please see post below:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><a href="http://bemistified.blogspot.com/2011/01/bloscar-aka-blogademy-award-part-4.html">Bloscar Aka Blogademy Award Part 4</a><br />
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2. Share 7 things about yourself:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I am originally from Utah</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Yes I am Mormon</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">No I am not a practicing Mormon</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">No I do not have a husband and many sister-wives</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I am starting to look into the holistic way of life</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I have always been interested in the Pagan and Wiccan ways</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I read Tarot cards.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Alright now rule #3 is to give this away to recently discovered great bloggers. There was supposed to be a certain number, but I see myself as a rule breaker, so I will give the award to whomever I want!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Thank you all for keeping me entertained. ALL of you my dear followers and readers!!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>BeMistifiedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11026503412761611648noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1637979385768703548.post-59554187536829948632011-01-25T20:19:00.000-07:002011-01-25T20:19:54.279-07:00Bloscar aka The Blogademy Award Part 4<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LtP2PqL3QU/TT7iBV8I4lI/AAAAAAAAAyg/ydyiSCaMwEA/s1600/Stylish%252BBlogger%252Baward.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1LtP2PqL3QU/TT7iBV8I4lI/AAAAAAAAAyg/ydyiSCaMwEA/s1600/Stylish%252BBlogger%252Baward.jpg" /></a></div><br />
So I know I have been a little absent. School and work doesn't really make much time. I do change my schedule on Monday the 31st to work earlier and get off of work earlier so yay!<br />
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Okay any way moving on. I was reading comments and guess what? I received two, that's right, two more blog awards! The first is from Goofy Girl over at <a href="http://thereisgrandeur.blogspot.com/">There Is Grandeur</a> and the other is from Crazy Ramblings of a Tired Mom over at <a href="http://crazyramblingsofatiredmom.blogspot.com/">Crazy Ramblings of a Tired Mom</a>. Now they are the same award, but hey it was given to me twice. Yeah sounds naughty doesn't it?<br />
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I know I am supposed to answer questions, but with my life at this time, I am not able to. I did the first part of mentioning who provided me the award, and when I have time, I will hand it out.<br />
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So for right now I am giving my thanks, and shall return!BeMistifiedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11026503412761611648noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1637979385768703548.post-61641024025222525112011-01-23T21:17:00.000-07:002011-01-23T21:17:13.556-07:00What's for dinner?Katherine Mary Knight was the younger of twins born on October 24, 1955 in Tenterfield, New South Wales. Katherine's Father, Ken, was a drunk and would rape her Mother, Barbara, up to ten times a day. Katherine stated that numerous family members would sexually abuse her very frequently. She stated that her Father was not one of them. This continued until she was eleven.<br />
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In school, Katherine was considered a pleasant girl that would go into a fit of rage over minor upsets. She did attack one boy in school with a weapon. When she left school, at age 15, she became a cutter. She then started her dream job, which was cutting up offal, entrails and internal organs of a butchered animal. She moved up to boning and was provided with her own set of butcher knives. She hung these knives over her bed, no matter where she lived, just so they would be there if she needed them.<br />
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Katherine met Kellett in 1973, they were co-workers. He knew how to drink and she knew how to fight. When Kellett would get into fights, Katherine was right there backing up Kellett with her fists. Katherine requested that her and Kellett get married. They rode up on her motorcycle, and Kellett was very intoxicated. Katherine's Mother told Kellett to watch his back for Katherine would not hesitate to kill him if he pissed her off. She told him that Katherine would fucking kill him.<br />
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On their wedding night, Katherine tried to strangle Kellet because he fell asleep after having sex three times. Needless to say, the marriage was not the best damn thing that happened since sliced bread! They had a little girl, Melissa Ann, and Kellett couldn't take Katherine any more and left her for another woman. In protest, Katherine took 2 month old Melissa and laid her on the railroad tracks. She then went to town with an axe and threatened to kill a lot of people. Melissa was found, and rescued, by a local resident, Old Ted. Katherine was arrested, diagnosed with postpartum depression, and released.<br />
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Katherine slashed some chicks face and demanded that the chick take her to where Kellett was. The chick escaped. The cops show up at the service station and Katherine has some little boy, holding him hostage. She was disarmed and taken to the psychiatric ward where she told nurses she was going to kill the mechanic because he fixed Kellett's car. Kellett was told of the incident, so he left his girlfriend to be by Katherine's side. She was released from the hospital and went to live with Kellet and his Mother. Another daughter was born to the couple on 3/6/80, her name was Natasha Maree. Four years later Katherine left Kellet this time.<br />
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Katherine then met David Saunders. He moved in with her, and her two daughters, but kept his apartment that he had as well. Katherine would become jealous numerous times and throw Saunders out, only to beg him to come back. She cut the throat of Saunders' two month old Dingo, stating that if he ever done her wrong, that it was going to be him next time. She then knocked him unconscious with a pan. In 1988, Katherine had another daughter, so Saunders put a deposit down on a house. Katherine decorated the house with rusted animal traps, some skulls, animal skins, some pitch forks, some boots, leather jackets and rakes. You could not see the ceiling nor the walls. They got into another argument, and Katherine hit Saunders in the face with an iron and stabbed him in the stomach with some scissors. It said to hell with this and went into hiding. He went to see his daughter, and had a restraining order put on him.<br />
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Katherine then moved on to Chillingworth, to which she had a boy named Eric. After three years, she left Chillingworth for the guy she was having an affair with, Price.<br />
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Price knew of Katherine's violent streak, but still let her and her children move in with him and his children. His children adored Katherine, and even though they had some fights, he considered their life a bunch of roses. Price refused to marry Katherine, so she video tapped all that Price had taken from his company, and sent the video to his boss. Price was fired from the job he held for seventeen years. He threw her out, later to reconcile, but refused to let her move back in. The fighting became worse, and Price lost a lot of friends. Their fights escalated to Katherine stabbing Price in the chest, he told her to leave his home and took out a restraining order. Price told his co-workers that if he did not arrive at work the next day, it was because Katherine killed him. They begged him to not go home, but he had to for his children so she wouldn't kill them too. He went home, went to bed at 11 p.m. Katherine came over, woke him up, they had sex and he went to sleep.<br />
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Price was found by police the next day, after neighbors noticed blood on the front door. Katherine was found comatose from an OD of pills. Price was stabbed 37 times while he was sleeping. He tried to escape by going out the front door, but he either fell back inside the house, or Katherine drug him back in. He bled out in the hallway. The stabs were both in his front and his back and some going into vital organs, heart, liver, stomach, lungs, left kidney to where the lower part was severed completely, pancreas, and colon. Price was skinned, quote from <a href="http://www.trutv.com/library/crime/notorious_murders/women/katherine_knight/14.html">trutv</a>, "The entire skin was in one piece including hair, face, ears, nose, mouth, genitals and complete stab holes and dripping in blood. Hanging from the S-hook in the doorway, the feet were dragging on the ground." He was decapitated, and Katherine actually cooked some of his body parts like a pot roast complete with zucchini, cabbage, potato, yellow squash, pumpkin and gravy. She then put the concoction above onto two place settings on the table for Price's children. She was going to feed them their own father. The kids were not home at the time of the murder and the police arrived before any type of eating took place, and found Price's head in the pot with the vegetables. They also found a third meal that was thrown into the back yard, speculations was that it was for Katherine, but she couldn't eat it. A note was left on a photo of Price, accusing him of raping her children and his children raping her children.<br />
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Katherine went to plead guilty to manslaughter, but it was denied by the courts. She was charged with murder, and she pled not guilty. The trial commenced some jurors were advised they could be excused because of the graphic photos. Katherine was going to be defended stating that she had amnesia and disassociation. DENIED. She then pled guilty, but still refused to live up to what she did. It wasn't said as to why the guilty plea to murder all of the sudden. The judge stated that Katherine's lack of remorse is going to be the cause of the most sever penalty that can be given. She was sentenced to life in prison without parole, and gave the order to have all her papers marked with "never to be released."<br />
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Katherine appealed stating that the sentence was too harsh for the killing. All the judges of the appeals court denied her appeal. One judge stated, "This was an appalling crime, almost beyond contemplation in a civilized society."BeMistifiedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11026503412761611648noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1637979385768703548.post-25841737050104319822011-01-21T22:16:00.000-07:002011-01-21T22:16:39.263-07:00My apologies!Hello fellow new followers!<br />
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I would love to follow your blog, however, blogger will not allow me to!<br />
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As soon as they fix it, if they ever do, I will return the follow favor!BeMistifiedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11026503412761611648noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1637979385768703548.post-88167643792804193472011-01-15T19:48:00.000-07:002011-01-15T19:48:54.627-07:00Love Thy Mother?<div style="color: white; text-align: center;"><b>~*Warning: Some photo's on this page are graphic and may be disturbing. You have been warned.*~</b></div><br />
Theresa Knorr, aka Theresa Jimmie Cross, was born on March 14, 1946 in Sacramento California. she gave birth to six children, three boys and three girls.<br />
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</div>When Theresa was 15, her Mother died. This made Theresa go into deep depression because she was very devoted to her Mother. She never fully recovered from her depression, and perhaps feeling lonely, would be the reason of marrying so young.<br />
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When she was 16, Theresa married her first husband, Clifford Clyde Sanders, who she shot to death in 1964. She was acquitted, claiming self defense. Two of her six children were with Clifford. Their names, Howard and Sheila.<br />
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Robert Knorr was her second husband. She had her remaining four children with Robert. Their names, Suesan, William, Robert and Theresa, aka Terry. Robert and Theresa ended up getting divorced. Theresa would not let Robert see his children, so he gave up and remarried. After the divorce, Theresa's drinking and drug use went out of control. She became delusional, and stated that the girls were evil spawns of Satan that were out to get her. <br />
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Theresa was a very abusive Mother, but only towards her daughters. She felt that her daughters were evil and making her look ugly and fat. She had trained her Sons to beat, discipline and restrain their sisters. She would put cigarettes out on their flesh, have the boys hold the girls down and beat them or hold them down for their Mother to beat them. She would force feed the girls so much that they would vomit, and then she would make them eat their vomit.<br />
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Theresa seemed to treat the oldest of the three daughters the worst. Knorr thought that Suesan was putting spells on her forcing her to gain wait so she shot Suesan in the chest. The bullet lodged into Suesan's back. If someone was hurt in this family, no one went for help, they knew better. Suesan was left to die in the bathtub, however, she didn't die. When Theresa noticed that her daughter was going to live, she started to nurse her back to health.<br />
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Suesan recovered and demanded that she be allowed to move. Theresa told Suesan that she could move, as long as, she could remove the bullet from the back, so to remove evidence. Suesan agreed, anything to get freedom. Suesan was given a concauction of Mellaril capsuls and some hard liquor to knock her out. Once she was out, Theresa ordered her 15 year old son Robert to take a box cutter and cut out the bullet. Robert did as he was told, and after cutting through several layers of skin and muscle, he found the bullet. Suesan woke up to horrible pain, she had an infection. Soon Suesan had jaundice, and went into a coma. Theresa thought her daughter had died, so she ordered all the children to get all of Suesan's belongings, and Suesan, and put them in the car. They all drove to Square Creek Bridge, where Theresa ordered the boys to take Suesan out of the car and carry her to the creek bank. The youngest daughter Terry was ordered to get all of Suesans stuff and put it down by Suesan. Then she was ordered to douse everything, even Suesan, with gasoline and light it on fire. No one looked back. She was 16.<br />
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</div>The next target, now being the oldest, was Sheila. Sheila was forced into prostitution. Sheila kind of welcomed being a prostitute, because it meant that she got to come and go as she pleased. However, one day Theresa accused Sheila of transmitting an STD to her via the toilet seat, and she completely freaked out again, beating Sheila black and blue. Sheila was handcuffed and locked inside an excruciatingly hot closet, with order from Theresa to provide Sheila with no food or water. She died a week later of starvation and dehydration. She was thrown into a cardboard box and dumped along the side of the road. She was 20. She was not identified until years later.<br />
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</div>The last of the daughters was Terry. She claimed that she lived because she stood up to her Mother telling her that she is going to leave. Her Mother stated that Terry could leave, as long as, she burned down the apartment they were living in to get rid of any evidence that was left from killing Sheila. Of course, Terry did as she was told, and burned the apartment down. Theresa held a knife to her daughter's throat to make it so Terry didn't leave, but Terry stood up to her again, and left. She went to the authorities, but no one believed what she was saying, saying it was too grotesque and unheard of.<br />
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A detective was on the case of the two female bodies that were found. Once by the creek and the other along side the road. Terry was watching American's Most Wanted, none of the stories were about her family, and decided, again, to try to provide the story of what happened in her family. They checked with Jane Doe reports, and everything started to fall into place.<br />
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After the apartment was set on fire, Theresa and Robert, the only one to stay by his Mother's side, moved to Vegas. Before they moved, Howard had left, wanting nothing to do with the family, and William moved in with a girlfriend. While Theresa and Robert were in Vegas, Robert went into a bar, details still are not clear, but when he left in handcuffs, he also left the bartender dead. He was sentenced to 16 years in Jail. After the commotion, Theresa was scared and moved to SLC, UT. This is where she was captured, due to a drivers license application.<br />
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Knorr was charged with the two counts of murder, two counts of conspiracy to commit murder, multiple murder and murder by torture. She pled not guilty at first, but when she got news that one of her Sons was going to testify against her, she avoided capital punishment by pleading guilty to all charges. She has been sentenced to two consecutive life sentences, with the possibility of parole in 2027. Robert was given 3 more years to be added to the 16 he was already serving, and William got probation.BeMistifiedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11026503412761611648noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1637979385768703548.post-16298371859436387452010-12-31T23:46:00.000-07:002010-12-31T23:46:18.070-07:00Should Old Cadavers Be Forgot<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tsSIU28PJUg?fs=1" frameborder="0" height="344" width="425"></iframe>BeMistifiedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11026503412761611648noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1637979385768703548.post-39701302362416012652010-12-24T10:11:00.000-07:002010-12-24T10:11:41.297-07:00'Twas The Fright Before........'Twas the fright before Christmas, and all through the crypt, not a creature was stirring, 'cept those being whipped.<br />
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Corpses were hung by their lips and their hair, in hopes that they'd give old Santa a scare.<br />
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The ghoules were nestled all snug in their beds while grave worms and maggets danced in their heads.<br />
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I slept in my coffin, wearing my shroud, dead to the world and snoring aloud. When out in the graveyard there rose such a shriek, I ran to the window and copped me a peak, and there on the lawn was a sight for sore eyes. Santa Clause caught in my Christmas surprise. A pool full of quick sand disguised snowy white. Soon dear old Santa would sink out of sight. His reindeer were straining to pull fatso free, and he urged them all as I chuckled with glee "Pull Dasher pull Dancer pull Prancer and Donner. If you don't pull me out, old Santa's a goner!" What strains they might they were just out of luck, when the Crypt Keeper sticks 'em, they tend to stay stuck. But then something happened would never believe, that little fat man had a trick up his sleeve, he reached in his pack and he called out to me, "Come closer I've got a few things you should see" and then though he'd sunk clear up to his chest, he pulls out these gifts, gifts for me no less!<br />
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"Here you go Crypt Keeper this gifts for you, a dead rotting ghoulfriend all oozing with goo, and a jack in the coffin for hours of delight, just open the lid and a stiff pops in sight, and here is a teddy bear all of your own, it's flesh has decayed and it's nothing but bone, and last but not least a box that's just right for storing your bulging old eyeballs at night, but I'm sinking fast, no time to palaver, Merry Christmas to you, you stinking cadaver!"<br />
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But I have to admit, that my ticker was touched, Christmas is one thing but this was too much! Something stirred in my heart, maybe once maybe twice, it felt really weird but it also felt nice. And then heaven help me I ran to that slop, gave chubbo a pull, out he came with a pop. "Thank you" he says, "for what you just did, you saved Merry Christmas for many a kid. You may be disgusting and falling apart, but there's something still good in that slimy old heart." Then he jumped on his slay, to his team gave a yell, and off they all flew like a bat out of hell.<br />
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As I waved I discovered a problem I've got, now I was in quick sand and Santa was not. Struggling was useless for this creepy dude, yet I was still happy, in a real Christmas mood, and that is why I said as I sank out of sight, Merry Christmas to all and to all a good ~*gurgle gurgle gurgle*~<br />
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The Crypt Keeper<br />
Have Yourself A Scary Little ChristmasBeMistifiedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11026503412761611648noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1637979385768703548.post-76100059846731950432010-12-23T07:53:00.000-07:002010-12-23T07:53:21.365-07:00Deck The Halls With Parts Of Charlie<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LtP2PqL3QU/TRNh_ojYiaI/AAAAAAAAAxc/J_Tr37ROL7o/s1600/Blood_Spatter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="130" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LtP2PqL3QU/TRNh_ojYiaI/AAAAAAAAAxc/J_Tr37ROL7o/s200/Blood_Spatter.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"> Deck the halls with parts of Charlie<br />
Fa la la la la la la la la<br />
Make the Yule time gross and gnarly<br />
Fa la la la la la la la la<br />
Stockings stuffed with ears and fingers<br />
Fa la la la la la la la la<br />
Chopped from all those caroling singers<br />
Fa la la la la la la la la<br />
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Drape the hearth with chunks of Barnie<br />
Fa la la la la la la la la<br />
Bits of Bruce and hunks of Arnie<br />
Fa la la la la la la la la<br />
Hang the crypt with spleens and kidneys<br />
Fa la la la la la la la la<br />
Use Ramone's and then use Sidney's<br />
Fa la la la la la la la la<br />
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Raise the tree and bring the ladder<br />
Fa la la la la la la la la<br />
Top it off with Gills gall bladder<br />
Fa la la la la la la la la<br />
Grinning skulls in festive poses<br />
Fa la la la la la la la la<br />
Strings of toes and nipped off noses<br />
Fa la la la la la la la la<br />
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Who needs <a class="kLink" href="http://www.hotlyrics.net/lyrics/T/The_Crypt_Keeper/Deck_The_Halls_With_Parts_Of_Charlie.html#" id="KonaLink1" style="position: static; text-decoration: underline ! important;" target="undefined"><span style="color: blue ! important; font-family: arial; font-size: 13.3333px; font-weight: 400; position: static;"><span class="kLink" style="color: blue ! important; font-family: arial; font-size: 13.3333px; font-weight: 400; position: relative;">mistletoe</span></span></a> and holly?<br />
Fa la la la la la la la la<br />
When we can just dismember Wally<br />
Fa la la la la la la la la<br />
Have the whole place decorated<br />
Fa la la la la la la la la<br />
With the parts we've amputated<br />
Fa la la la la la la la la<br />
(Maniacal laughter)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sincerely,</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>The Crypt Keeper</b></span></div>BeMistifiedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11026503412761611648noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1637979385768703548.post-59107752764689404832010-12-19T19:49:00.000-07:002010-12-19T19:49:02.204-07:00There's No Place Like Home Except Grandma's.......Oh that smell? It's nothing. I have rats that eat poison and the they go under the floor boards and die. Oh yeah and the sewers all all back up. Oh and it could be the fertilizer that is out back in the garden. These are the excuses that came from Dorothea Puente when her neighbors would ask what the hell that smell was.<br />
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</div>It was in a hot summer in Sacramento, and most people would not even turn on their air conditioners because they didn't want the fans to suck in the smell of death that came from the pale blue Victorian at 1426 F Street. The Victorian house that Ms. Dorothea Puente lived and ran her boarding house.<br />
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Ms. Dorothea was a pathological liar since she was little. On January 9, 1929, Dorothea Helen Gray was born in Redlands California. She claimed to be the last of the 18 children that were born to her Mother, but in fact she was the sixth child.<br />
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Dorothea married her first husband Fred McFaul, a 22-year-old solider back from the war in the Philippines, at age 16, though she told him she was 30. They had two children together. Fred found out what a liar Dorothea was and left her. One of their children went to live with Fred's Mother, the other adopted by strangers.<br />
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Dorothea had to make sure that she looked good. When Fred first met her, she was a prostitute, and that was a hard habit to break for Dorothea because it paid very well. She knew what she had and she knew how to use it.<br />
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She eventually wound up living and managing the boarding house. She was convicted and given probation for forging 34 checks she stole from her tenants. The psychiatrist stated that she was a very disturbed woman. <br />
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A detective showed up at the Victorian boarding house looking for a man that was reported missing by his social worker. When he entered, it was decorated just as a little old lady's house would be decorated. Knick Knacks found in every room, porceline dolls, vases and Christmas lights were strung on the fence. The windows were dressed with laced curtains. Nothing out of the ordinary was noticed inside, however, it was a different story in the back yard. Remember that fertilizer she claimed was fish? Yeah not so much. It was seven tenants that checked in, however, they did not check out, well alive any way.<br />
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When they were digging in the back yard, Dorothea asked if she was under arrest. After she was told no, she advised to the Detective that she was going to the hotel down the street for some coffee. She never came back, in fact, when they noticed her missing, she had fled to Los Angeles. She met a man at a bar in Los Angeles, and she tried to move in with him the same night she met him. He disagreed, and they planned to meet up the next day. That's when the light bulb went "Ding!" I have seen this chick before, and called his local TV station, and then they called the cops. Cops showed up and arrested her.<br />
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The first murder for Dorothea was Ruth Monroe, in 1982, a business partner in a lunchroom business. Monroe died of a massive drug overdose of Tylenol and codeine. She was written off as a suicide due to the lack of evidence at the time to think murder. This was the only murder that had a cause of death. The seven bodies found in the garden were too decomposed to determine a cause of death, however, all the remains had a trace of Dalmane, a prescribed sleeping pill, in them. There was also a fiance that she killed, Everson Gillmouth. She then put him in a home-made coffin, wrapped in plastic wrap and covered in moth balls. She then sent him down the Sacramento river.<br />
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<div style="color: #6aa84f; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Alvaro "Bert" Montoya, 51, a mentally challenged schizophrenic, Dorothy Miller, 64, an American Indian with a drinking problem, Benjamin Fink, a 55-year-old alcoholic Betty Palmer, 78, whose remains - missing the head, hands and lower legs, Leona Carpenter, 78 *not pictured*, James Gallop, 62 & Vera Faye Martin, 64</span>.</div><br />
Dorothea was charged on March 31, 1989, with nine counts of murder, pleading not guilty to all counts stating that the people died of natural causes. The trial didn't start until February, 1993, due to tall the evidence that needed to be gone through. She was only found guilty of three murders, and a mistrial was declared for the remaining six. She was sentenced, on December 10, 1993, at the age of 64, to prison for life without the possibility of parole. She is 81 currently, and is still residing in the Central California Women's Facility.<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Most info found <a href="http://www.trutv.com/library/crime/notorious_murders/women/puente/1.html">here</a>.</span>BeMistifiedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11026503412761611648noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1637979385768703548.post-5647816174243367552010-12-12T14:35:00.002-07:002010-12-12T19:57:14.975-07:00Stockings Stuffed With Ears And FingersDennis Nilsen was born on <span class="headline1">November 23, 1945 in </span><span class="headline1">Fraserburgh, Scotland. Dennis really ♥ed his Grandfather, however, his Grandfather died when Dennis was 6. His Mother took him to see his dead Grandfather, but the thing is, she never told him that he died. Dennis believes that this situation is the reason why he ♥ed the corpses of those he killed.</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LtP2PqL3QU/TQU7R1Y-k9I/AAAAAAAAAvw/qEDniOXNE14/s1600/Dennis+Nilsen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LtP2PqL3QU/TQU7R1Y-k9I/AAAAAAAAAvw/qEDniOXNE14/s200/Dennis+Nilsen.jpg" width="139" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="headline1"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">~*Dennis Nilsen*~</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span class="headline1">Dennis did not exhibit any type of stereo-typical actions that have been tied to men who become serial killers. In fact he hated, and was horrified, by the cruelty that was caused to people or animals by others. Dennis enlisted in the army in 1961, became a cook and learned butchery.</span><br />
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<span class="headline1">Denis was a loner, and pretty much kept to himself. He would lay in front of a mirror, pretend he was </span>unconscious <span class="headline1">and would masturbate to the thought of the </span>unconscious <span class="headline1">body. It got to a point where he was actually using make-up to make his body look completely dead, which turned him on even more.</span><br />
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<span class="headline1">Dennis lived with a roommate, who was kicked out a few years later, to which he moved out of and moved into a flat. A year after the roommate was kicked out is when the murders started happening. Dennis would usually pick up men, and boys, at the local pubs.</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LtP2PqL3QU/TQU7SEtdsmI/AAAAAAAAAv0/nNxUZiPjZ-0/s1600/1a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LtP2PqL3QU/TQU7SEtdsmI/AAAAAAAAAv0/nNxUZiPjZ-0/s1600/1a.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="headline1"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">~*The house with the garden and where the first murder took place*~</span></span></div><span class="headline1"></span><br />
<span class="headline1">The first murder victim was a fourteen year old boy named Stephen Homes. Dennis brought Stephen home, they slept together and then Dennis realized that when Stephen awoke he would leave, and Dennis didn't want to be alone. So Dennis found a tie and strangled Stephen into unconsciousness. Knowing Stephen was not dead, Dennis got a bucket full of water and held his head in there until the bubbles stopped coming. Dennis then washed Stephen's hair and put him into his bed. He was going to cut up the body, but instead he dressed him up. Dennis was alone for Christmas, but wasn't going to be alone for New Years. Dennis masturbated onto the corpse, and then the corpse was stuffed under the floor boards for 7 1/2 months, until is was burnt to ash.</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LtP2PqL3QU/TQU7QhfI2gI/AAAAAAAAAvg/oCEw_CWpI9I/s1600/2b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1LtP2PqL3QU/TQU7QhfI2gI/AAAAAAAAAvg/oCEw_CWpI9I/s1600/2b.jpg" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LtP2PqL3QU/TQU7PzVE4NI/AAAAAAAAAvc/EY2Kr0A4OJE/s1600/5d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LtP2PqL3QU/TQU7PzVE4NI/AAAAAAAAAvc/EY2Kr0A4OJE/s1600/5d.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">~*Floor boards of where the bodies were stored & The bathroom where they bodies were dismembered*~</span></div><br />
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<span class="headline1">Dennis continued this murderous necrophiliac rampage for a little over four years. He would try to have sex with the corpses, he would dismember them, he would boil their body parts, he would stuff the body parts any where he had room. He had a garden in the first house he lived in, and would spread the body parts out in the garden. He would even put some body parts into garbage bags and just discard them down the road. When Dennis moved into the flat, he would still store the boy parts any where and every where he had room, but he started flushing body parts down the toilet too.</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LtP2PqL3QU/TQU7RdQhjII/AAAAAAAAAvs/Lvcy3klV68E/s1600/Black-Museum_1__543543a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="191" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LtP2PqL3QU/TQU7RdQhjII/AAAAAAAAAvs/Lvcy3klV68E/s320/Black-Museum_1__543543a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="headline1"><span style="color: #6aa84f;"> ~*The tools that Dennis would use to dismember & cook the body parts*~</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="headline1"></span></div><span class="headline1">Dennis was finally caught because of the flushing body parts and flesh down the toilet. The 5 other tenants that lived in the same building started complaining about their toilets not flushing properly. When the maintenance man didn't have the proper tools, he hired a professional. That is when they went into the sewer system and found the lumps of flesh and body parts, which mysteriously disappeared the night they were discovered. Police then were involved, traced the flesh and body parts to Dennis' flat, and were waiting for him when get got off of work. He gave himself up and confessed.</span><br />
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<span class="headline1">On Thursday, November 3rd 1983, Dennis was found guilty of murder and sentenced to life, with a possibility of parole in 25 years. He was not paroled, all of his appeals have ran out and he will be in prison for the rest of his life.</span>BeMistifiedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11026503412761611648noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1637979385768703548.post-84711963780196785942010-12-06T17:33:00.000-07:002010-12-06T17:33:56.703-07:00Quick postSo right now I am here to post just quickly that though I lost a follower, I gained one!<br />
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Yay! Thank you ellebee1 for joining, and again for everyone else who has and continues to be a joiner, haha I said joiner. :PBeMistifiedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11026503412761611648noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1637979385768703548.post-56851997687667263862010-12-05T17:58:00.000-07:002010-12-05T17:58:42.637-07:00Hey hey hey, Goodbye!Well I lost another follower. Haha!<br />
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I guess murder and mayhem isn't their forte during the holiday seasons maybe?<br />
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I have dropped 4 in the last few months. Eh that's alright, I am here to entertain those who wish to be.<br />
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Thank you dear followers who have not abandoned me...........yet. :)<br />
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Not sure why I write such posts when I do not care about those who do not follow. Hmmmmmm.<br />
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Just remember though those of you who are here: <br />
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Born on April 9, 1974, Alexander Yuryevich "Sasha" Pichushkin was a well known chess player in Moscow's Bitsevsky Park. He described his first kill like the feeling of a first love. He wanted to outdo the number of murders that Andrei Chikalito had committed, 52, during 1982 to 1994. He is also known in Russia as the chessboard killer. Why the chessboard killer you ask? Well because he would mark off a square every time he would kill someone.<br />
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Alexander was said to be a very nice and friendly young man. He was found by a neighbor, crying in a stairwell where he lived, because of the death of his cat. Alexander lived with his aging Mother in the flat that he was raised in from birth. He worked in a nearby supermarket. His Mother stated that she noticed a change in her dear boy, when at the age 4 he was hit on the head with a swing. She also stated that he didn't handle the sudden death of his Grandfather and of a pet dog that Alexander had. Alexander was said to have anger issues over the sudden death of his Grandfather and was royally pissed off for "abandoning" him just like his Dad did when he was younger. <br />
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When he turned 18, yeah that's when you are considered an adult and no longer an innocent child, he made his first kill. He had a crush, and this crush had a boyfriend, well not for long, Alexander took care of that. The boy was found in his apartment, dead of course. The chick he was in love with was also found dead some time later, authorities later thought it could have been Alexander that committed this murder. This was the last murder for Alexander until 2001.<br />
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The year of 2001, Alexander decided to go ahead and start murdering again, which spanned over five years to 2006 when he was caught. Alexander would go play chess in the park and then invite his opponents to go and have a drink with him. The drink of choice, um let's not try to hard, Vodka. Usually the opponents were elderly homeless men, that when drunk would be hit over the head with a hammer, and then being the environmentalist that he thought he could have been, he would stick the vodka bottles into the victim's skulls just to make sure that they were not going to live after being hit over the head with a hammer repeatedly. <br />
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Alexander did kill three women and one child. One woman was found to have stakes driven through her skull and even around her eyes. A female was the last of his victims. However, most of his victims, as stated above, were that of elderly homeless men. He stated that he would strike from behind so he would not get blood on his clothes. He also stated that some deaths were not the result of a hammer to the head, but throwing them into the sewers under the park. He stated that he felt like the Father to all his victims, for when he killed them he opened a door for them into another world.<br />
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On October 24, 2007, Alexander was convicted of 48 of 49 murders, and 3 attempted murders. He did ask the court to add 11 more murders to his count, which brought the total of murders to 60 and the 3 surviving victims. Needless to say, he wasn't able to mark off all the squares on his chessboard. He was given life in prison, but his first 15 years to be served in solitary confinement. There was some moratorium established in 1996, so capital punishment in Russia was abolished. This man will die in prison.BeMistifiedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11026503412761611648noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1637979385768703548.post-57878436099931472712010-12-02T21:19:00.000-07:002010-12-02T21:19:35.504-07:00Talent Worth MentioningHave you ever come across that that is so cool that is just makes you smile? Well I have.<br />
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I have been following a fellow follower's blog for a little while now, and I continue to do so, because what he does with an idea is so cool that it makes me smile every time I look at his work. He is amazing at what he does and I feel I should help share his work with everyone.<br />
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I would like to introduce you to Mr. Alan Wayne Myers and highly recommend following his blog.<br />
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Website: <a href="http://www.alanwaynemyers.com/" target="_blank">www.alanwaynemyers.com</a><br />
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Blog: <a href="http://www.alanwaynemyers.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">www.alanwaynemyers.blogspot.<wbr></wbr>com</a><br />
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Email: <a href="mailto:ALAN@alanwaynemyers.com"><span class="gI"><span class="go">ALAN@alanwaynemyers.com</span></span></a> <br />
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Illistrations, T-Shirts and Portraits: $75<br />
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Avatars start at $20<br />
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Completely worth it I must say. <br />
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Just an example of what this very talented man can do is below.<br />
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Mr. Hare also came from Ireland, and he too moved to Scotland. He chilled and was working as a laborer as well, though he stayed being that for a minute and wasn't all up in changing jobs like Burke. Mr. Hare then moved over to Edinburgh where he met some dude named Logue. Mr. Logue had a lodging house. Logue died and Hare married Logue's widow Margaret. She continued chill and keep the lodging house running. Mr. Hare worked in the canal.<br />
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Oh yeah there is a movie by the name of Burke and Hare. Just FYI.<br />
Burke and Helen moved into the area where the lodging house was kept by Margaret. They all became the bestest of best friends. Yay! They were such good friends that they all became body sellers and murderers.<br />
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The first body to be sold was someone that died of natural causes that was all chillaxing up in the lodging house. He owed rent so instead of filling the coffin with the body, they filled it with bark and took the body for a ride to Edinburgh University. They sold it to some famous anatomist by the name of Dr. Knox. The next victim was some sick dude that they got drunk with whiskey and then suffocated him.<br />
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Well they ran out of tenants, so they ventured out. What's in your wallet? I digress. They found some chick collecting pensions and invited her inside of the lodging house. They too got her drunk and then suffocated her. They got paid for her body as well.<br />
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A chick was getting arrested by the police, but Burke claimed that he knew her and they released her to Burke's custody. Her body showed up at the medial school just hours later. Then an elderly chick and her grandson, that was blind, were the next ones to go. They OD'd the Gma on painkillers, but Hare took the young blind boy and stretched him over his knee and then broke his back, no not the movie, literally broke the poor kids back. They were eventually sold to the Dr.<br />
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They went after prostitutes and a mentally handicap kid. When they sold the prostitute and boys body to the Dr., some of the Dr.'s students said that they recognized the bodies. The last victim, Marjory, was lured to the house by Burke. Burke was not able to kill the young lady right away, for there were two lodgers at the home at the time. When the lodgers, Ann and James Gray left for a night out, the neighbors stated they heard a struggle coming from the house.<br />
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Ann tried to go to her bed to get her stockings, but became suspicious when Burke would not let her go near the bed. The Gray's were left alone in the house later that night, and of course went straight for the bed. They found the body of Marjory. They ran off to tell the police, but ran into Burke's female companion, M'Dougal who tried to shut them up by bribing them. They totally refused and went about to go fetch the fellow officers.<br />
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Burke and Hare removed the body of Marjory, however because Burke and M'Dougal's stories didn't add up, they were arrested. Then someone said something about the Dr. and his shinanigans, and the police showed up to the medical center and found Marjory's body, to which Mr. Gray identified. Mr. and Mrs. Hare were arrested long long after. The killing portion lasted about a year.<br />
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So there really wasn't much evidence against the four peeps, so some Lord told Hare that he would gather immunity if he totally snitched on Burke. So guess what? Hare turned on Burke and Burke was hanged and Hare walked. Burke was totally dissected publicly at the medical college. Burke's blood was used by the dissecting professor to write "This is written with the blood of William Burke, who was hanged at Edinburgh. This blood was taken from his head." There is a museum at the college where Burke's skeleton, death mask and items made from his skin are on display. Yummy!<br />
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The two chicks, M'Dougal and Mrs. Hare, went free. M'Dougal died in or around 1868. Mrs. Hare pretty much vanished off the face of the Earth. Burke was said to have been thrown into a lime pit and became a blind beggar, but that has not been proven.<br />
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The Dr. went free due to Burke stating that the Dr. had no idea about the origin of the bodies that he was buying. He continued to buy bodies from "body snatchers" but some act called the Anatomy act passed and he became less popular and died at a Cancer hospital in 1862.BeMistifiedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11026503412761611648noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1637979385768703548.post-69832218489408792622010-11-25T15:59:00.002-07:002010-11-25T15:59:35.072-07:00Happy MFing Gobble Day!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizgdR5hZQxZTZ2-I6IzAor-yRZ8UhyN2l70e6Lm_-OZMOdQyzNcel6HdNtiMAAAhMFnkyYxhCWTsHpUNUximfMs8_Acswa7eoCiYXmDf9nITTc0qcw2P5hPyIblVC_2a1YYG3N4fjIYrA/s1600/happy_ev.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="216" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizgdR5hZQxZTZ2-I6IzAor-yRZ8UhyN2l70e6Lm_-OZMOdQyzNcel6HdNtiMAAAhMFnkyYxhCWTsHpUNUximfMs8_Acswa7eoCiYXmDf9nITTc0qcw2P5hPyIblVC_2a1YYG3N4fjIYrA/s320/happy_ev.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>BeMistifiedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11026503412761611648noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1637979385768703548.post-38654969434568817632010-11-22T20:07:00.000-07:002010-11-22T20:07:47.713-07:00How the hell are you?!<div style="text-align: center;">Hello my blogger peeps?! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">How in the hell are you?!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I miss y'all greatly!!!</div><br />
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I am not one to click with the chicks for the most part. I am a "one of the guys" type of chick, and I am okay with that! I like to work on cars, go fishing, hunting and fix stuff that happens to be broken, well fix inanimate objects that is! However, I know how to be a stereo-typical chick too.<br />
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I have posted before that I am one of those people that strangers come up to and spill their guts without knowing you the hell I am. I am okay with that for the most part. I am really not a people person and kind of give that look like, "Oh I'm sorry did I look interested?"<br />
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I have been jaded a lot in the past and I have learned to trust no one. As soon as I start trusting someone and letting them in, SLAM, the door shuts and they vanish. I am always thankful that I didn't share too much, because I would absolutely hate myself for being so vulnerable with my emotions and secrets, knowing that most of the time the person I am open with will just leave.<br />
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These relationships have always been friendships and nothing more, and maybe that's the reason for them up and leaving. If that is the reason, then good riddance to all of you who have up and left me standing here baffled as to what the hell I have done. There is just one in particular though that really puzzles me, I just got the cold shoulder never to be talked to again. No reason to why just blocked from everything. Most of the other ones, they betrayed me and lied to me after I told them I would always find out the truth ALWAYS, yet they didn't believe me until well, it was too late. I am generally not a second chance chick, and I have warned people of this, one chance that's it.<br />
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People may think that is too harsh and that everyone deserves a second chance, but you fuck me over and that's it. Fuck me over once, shame on me. Fuck me over twice and it sucks to be you.<br />
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I really just do not understand the male gender. Oh well, here's to the past they can kiss my glass!<br />
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I played some pool, the que ball seemed to leave the table a couple of times. I mean hey if I had a drunk lady trying to come at me with a stick............ Oh never mind, that is not going where I want it to go to prove my point.<br />
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Hillary was my designated, and thank the powers that be because I was, in the words of a co-worker, faded! This is my first time in 10 years that I have actually got that drunk that much! Last time was 10/31/2000. Woot! <br />
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This morning was a rough one, but I seem to be holding together quite well. No crackers in the house, so I done did eat me some bread, and I am feeling better. I received an iPod touch 4th generation from my Mother, totally sweet! I had it engraved to say "You are not your freaking iPod" Yeah I know genius. I was going to say fucking instead of freaking, but noooooooooooooooooo Apple said "Yeah not so much" the bastards! I tried to take a picture of it, but it's sooooooo shiny and reflective.<br />
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Well my friends, here's to having a better morning, since it's only 10:54 here in colorful Colorado, and to a better day! Y'all have a great morning/day/night and we will talk to you later.BeMistifiedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11026503412761611648noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1637979385768703548.post-90348884125304116142010-11-10T18:53:00.000-07:002010-11-10T18:53:01.045-07:00Nada<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LtP2PqL3QU/TNtMbjeLICI/AAAAAAAAAtk/qrtvfkzmUko/s1600/nothing_to_see_here.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1LtP2PqL3QU/TNtMbjeLICI/AAAAAAAAAtk/qrtvfkzmUko/s640/nothing_to_see_here.jpg" width="590" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1LtP2PqL3QU/TNtL02EyARI/AAAAAAAAAtg/dIXZQ9RzoD8/s1600/Nothing+to+see+here.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
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